Then comes the heart of it

If summer is meant to follow on the heels of spring, then today she is taking a sabbatical, skipping stones and counting petals under the shadow of spring’s withdrawal. Today, she lives slowly, holding sheaths of grain as she naps in the arms of oaken shade, oblivious to the demands of the buzzing bees and the unflowered meadows.

"Have you ever ventured into the land of The Wait? It’s a place that blooms with color and potential and dizzying chaos. Where time moves differently, fate spins straw into gold, and emotions are more perishable than morning dew."

I’m in a state of sleepy delirium now. Time has slowed to a trickle and I am lulled by the faint, steady rhythm of chopping and the breezy coolness of spring across my cheek.

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could”

Trying to tame rage by tiptoeing around it is like trying to seek love in a whorehouse.

"There’s a tenderness in thinking that surely, one day, when all this passes, I’ll find myself looking back to this moment when you were all that I could think about."

"What's the point of loving stars if they only come out at night?"

"And perhaps now, more than ever, we find ourselves tempted to retreat into worlds of our own creation, so disenchanted with the mess we've made of reality"

Tomorrow night I’ll tell you.